The gay days of spring demand babies galore
I would like to submit an official request for the shitty version of New Haven to come back. The gray skies heavy with depression, the iced sidewalks claiming victims right and left, the wind that makes me bitch. I would even settle for the urain. I call it urain because isn’t dry but it isn’t cathartic thunderstorm rain either; it just goes on and on, peeing on us from October to December. Please, Boo Haven, come back and pee on me!
Tony Blair to headline Class Day
"Well, Mr. Grumblecakes is going to fail out of school if this spring shit does not stop. I get to classes hours late because it’s so nice to just walk around and look at everything blossoming and turning pastel..."
This was why, like a grim Boo Haven with urain, stark sensory deprivation tank CCL was a better place for students than luxurious Bass.